Happy Freaky Birthday and Valentine's Day, Blowfly, an American Original

75 years ago, in the backwoods of Vienna, Georgia, Clarence Henry Reid was born at the farm where his family sharecropped. The odds that scrawny, cantankerous, foul-mouthed "Junior" would escape those humble beginnings were staggering. The music world can thank his mother, Annie, for moving to Florida alone in the early '50s in search of a better life. She inspired her middle-school aged mama's boy to run away from grandma's house and KKK-enforced institutional poverty to join her in West Palm Beach and discover his natural gift for harmony while washing dishes after school at Morrison's Cafeteria.

Many thousands of words have been written about the dual personality of Clarence Reid and Blowfly in these digital pages, plenty of them by me in a cover story I wrote in 2003, that led to my ongoing partnership with him. A two volume tome could easily be filled about the details of his career, so I will just skim the history here for context. Clarence met Henry Stone of Tone Distribution around 1961. In the era of the independent labels, Tone was instrumental in breaking hits via their relationships with prominent DJ's like Carleton "King" Coleman and Milton "Butterball" Smith.

King, for instance, broke Jerry Butler's "Your Precious Love" by playing it for 12 hours in a row on WMBM and creating a sensation. In turn, thanks to a disagreement between James Brown and his label, King Records, Stone had a smash hit on his "Dade Records" imprint with "Do the Mashed Potatoes" with James Brown's Famous Flames backing up King Coleman under the name "Nat Kendrick & The Swans."

Stone had the connections and the clout to make hits. Young Clarence Reid was handsome, had the voice of an angel and an unparalleled gift for songwriting. It should have been the basis for an immediate string of smash hits. Alas, Stone was cheap, and only applied promotional heat to songs that passed his local release test. Reid's first single for Stone, "Like White On Rice," did not meet that criteria. Clarence grew impatient and frustrated by the lack of success of his local singles, and spent the middle part of the decade bouncing between New York where he cut the Northern Soul classic "I'm Your Yes Man" and Nashville, where he released a few singles for Dial Records that didn't do much better.

On his return to Miami, Reid found his most successful niche-writing hits for young women. He discovered a 12-year-old Betty Wright and signed her to his fledgling Deep City label that he founded with producer Willie Clarke. After a couple years at Deep City, brought her to Stone and had a smash hit in 1968 with "Girls Can't Do What The Guys Do." When he presented the follow-up "Don't Let the Good Girls Go Bad," Stone's partner Steve Alaimo wasn't impressed, so Reid used another local precocious school girl named Della Humphrey, took the tune to Philadelphia's Arctic Records and had a top 20 R&B hit. This managed to get Stone and Alaimo's attention and they did what they could to keep Reid in Miami, writing hits for them.

This strategy paid off big time in the form of two all time soul classics: Betty Wright's "Clean Up Woman" and Gwen McCrae's "Rocking Chair." Every single artist that made it big during the "Miami Sound" era had their first tune penned by Reid, including KC & the Sunshine Band who were introduced to Junkanoo music at Reid's wedding and first hit with Reid's "Sound Your Funky Horn." Clarence Reid is not a purveyor of the "Miami Sound." Clarence Reid IS the "Miami Sound."

In 1969, Clarence had his lone solo hit, "Nobody But You Babe" - which, in true Clarence/Stone fashion -- rotted on the shelf for a couple years until Stone heard the Isley Brothers' similar-sounding anthem "It's your Thing" and smelled a hit.

After "Nobody But You Babe" made the rounds and hit the pop charts, Reid couldn't get Stone to get another song off the ground with his name on it. So he used pseudonyms. Many great songs are on singles by with nom de guerres like "The Funky Party Band," but nothing broke out of South Florida with Reid's vocals on it until Stone overheard Reid's childhood penchant for writing dirty parodies in 1971 and ordered him into the studio. Stone did not "invent Blowfly." The Blowfly character had been established for decades. However, if he hadn't heard Clarence sing "Shittin Off The Dock Of The Bay," The Weird World of Blowfly LP wouldn't have come into the world. And for that, everyone with a funny bone owes Stone a debt of gratitude.

If ever there was a "Party Record" -- The Weird World of Blowfly is it. Juvenile, profanely hilarious and recorded in a time where you could go to jail for singing about what happens to your bodily fluids, the album is an all time classic. Despite being technically illegal due to both obscenity standards and parody laws, the Weird World of Blowfly sold by the truckload, and inspired 8 follow-up full lengths in 10 years. The records had a huge cross-section of fans. Thanks to the loosening of the moral code, sexual content was hip: the freakier, the better. And no one is as freaky as Blowfly.

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No, Frank, "shameless" is when you came over to lunch for my house in 2001 and stole my video camera while it was plugged into the wall so you could buy heroin. "Shameless" was when you denied it while smacked to the gills in front of your dad's place, made me go to the pawn shop, find it, press charges and have the cops chase you over the back yard fence. You had a little shame when you copped a plea. Clearly that has passed and you are back to being "shameless." Your pathetic little beef with me has nothing to do with Clarence Reid's birthday or his 52 year career as a recording artist. I am proud of my association with Clarence. I am beginning to be ashamed I was ever friends with Frank Capel.